This isn't that funny, but the person who sent me the email about the poker game (re-pasted below), sent me this joke about the coins (chips). I am posting it here just as an exercise for me see if I could reproduce it here with all those six gif's that I just uploaded in Greg's system for this board. I'm pleased that I could do it. It took quite a lot of work -- what with all that uploading and copy/pasting:

"Subject: FW: Good one.....
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Do you smell anything here? ----->

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It's a scent
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Do you see any fruit here? ------>


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It's a pear
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Do you see any snakes here? ------>


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It's three copperheads
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Do you see any cars here? ------>


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It's four Lincolns
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Do you see any sex here? ------>


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Hell no, and you won't for five cents!!!!
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Here is the poker joke again:

Subject: Some Florida Retirees

Six retired Floridians were playing poker in the condo clubhouse when Meyerwitz
loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest and drops dead at the table.

Showing respect for their fallen comrade, the other five continue playing
standing up.
Finkelstein looks around and asks, "So, who's gonna' tell his wife?"
They draw straws. Goldberg picks the short one. They tell him to be discreet,
be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse.
"Discreet? I'm the most discreet person you'll ever meet. Discretion is my
middle name,
leave it to me."

Goldberg goes over to the Meyerwitz apartment, knocks on the door. The wife
answers and asks what he wants. Goldberg declares : "Your husband just lost
$500, and is afraid to come home."

"Tell him to drop dead!" says the wife.

"I'll go tell him." says Goldberg.

Robert